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“It’s a mistake,” I repeat for whose benefit, I have no idea, maybe if I say it often enough it will register in my traitorous body that exposes my throat to his wandering mouth as he skates his lips over it, and my gasp echoes in the room when he sucks on skin so hard, I know he’ll mark my neck.
Oh my God.
My first hickey and in a place where no one would ever miss it, and just the idea should horrify me because, how could I ever explain this to anyone?
Instead it makes me hotter than ever as I’ve never seen a woman who had his marks or rather, I’ve never seen a woman he slept with, period.
However, the idea that he craves me so much he wants to stake some kind of claim over me plays havoc on my mind and I pull him even closer despite alarm bells going off in my head.
The thought of being special to him…even in my alter ego persona flips my heart and soothes the permanent wound he has inflicted on it with his indifference and cruelty.
“Is it, princess?” My eyes close of their own accord and I rest my head against the door while his tongue brushes over my throat, as if apologizing to the bruised skin. “Or maybe you haven’t done anything reckless in your life and you’re afraid to take what you want.” His palm slowly glides down until it settles on my waist and he grips me hard, making me gasp and raise on my tiptoes, while the ache inside me spreads, needing something…
Needing this man alone.
“Being reckless has consequences.”
“And so many rewards.” His mouth skates back, reaching the underside of my chin, and he scrapes his teeth over it before soothing the sting with one swipe of his tongue, his hips rocking into me while my entire being shakes. “What do you want, princess?” His lips brush against mine as we share a breath and I clutch the lapels of his shirt tighter, finding thousands of reasons to push him away, and somehow all these reasons pale in comparison to the one screaming at me to succumb to the temptation.
To be selfish for once in my life and take what’s offered without trying to play into the good girl act and think about the consequences.
“It’s wrong,” I reply as he captures my lower lip between his teeth, sucks on it, and pulls at it until he draws blood. The pain mixing with pleasure causes tingling sensations while my fingers sneak into the open V of his shirt and my nails cut into his skin. He hisses a breath through his teeth. “You don’t even know me.”
“Does it matter?” He chuckles, dragging his mouth to my cheeks and whispering into my ears, stilling everything around me while my imagination paints forbidden images that should scare me. And they do, but the craving to indulge in them is far greater than any fear. “What do you want, Elena?” he repeats his question, rubbing his cheek over mine, and his light stubble tickles me, intensifying the maddening need that consumes all my rational thoughts. “Tell me.”
For you to call me Jimena and know my true identity.
But like he said, does it matter? He would never be mine.
Never want Jimena.
My eyes snap open and we stare at one another, the energy around us cracking the tension as time stands still, letting me decide what will happen next while ropes of need and guilt wrap around me throat, cutting off my oxygen supply.
This magnificent and complicated man is mine for the time being. I can touch and explore him, selfishly learning what it is like to be a woman he desires, and then run away, forever holding on to the memory.
Your first time is supposed to be special, or so they say.
And my first time can be special, only if it’s with Florian.
I’ll be reckless and face the consequences. For once, I’ll pay for my mistakes and not someone else’s.
Internally coming to a decision that will inevitably crush my soul, I moan when he pushes farther, his thick bulge rubbing up and down my core, and I hate all the clothes separating me from him because I’m greedy.
If one time is all I have with him, I want all of him.
“Florian.”
“What do you want, princess?”
I move my arms until they circle his neck and bring us closer, not an inch of space between us, while his thumb presses on my chin and my mouth opens, our heavy breathing breaking the silence around us. My body is on fire and my nipples must peek through the dress as they tingle while the ache inside me grows along with the pressure that demands an outlet.
“Do you need my help?” His voice mutes all my reservations and holds so much sin it awakens dark cravings only he’s able to satiate. “This untouched pussy is probably dripping now.” A moan slips past his lips, my core clenching around my sodden panties, and it earns me another chuckle. “Should I lick it clean until you come in my mouth, learning what it’s like to be worshiped by a man?”
My skin flushes along with scorching heart nipping all over me at his words, because yes. Lacing my fingers in his hair, I tug on it, wanting to finally kiss him, to feel his mouth at least somewhere, or I’m going to burst in his arms from unsatisfied need.
I whimper when he steps back and gasp when he spins me around, my palms landing on the glass door, and my stomach dips when I notice two men roaming outside, peeking into rooms. Florian crowds me from behind. “If they could only see inside here.” He grips my hair and throws it over my shoulder while his hand pulls at the zipper of my dress, each zap drumming along with my heartbeat. “Watching me touch this sensual body that should be displayed in museums, for how perfect it is, so everyone can admire it.” His lips move down as he leaves small kisses in his wake, the dress sliding right along with him until it falls by my feet. Cold air touches my exposed skin that’s covered only by my lacy panties, and he nudges me a little, making me step away from it, kicking the dress away. “You’re a siren who can tempt a man to his downfall with just one look.” A sob slips past my lips when his hands land on my stomach and skim upward until he cups my breasts and squeezes them hard, shooting arrows of desire straight to my core. “Men would fight wars for you.” I rock back and rest my head on his chest as he plays with my nipples, his thumbs caressing them back and forth.
His every touch drives me insane and I move restlessly against him. There’s a certain thrill and wickedness from being almost naked while he’s fully clothed.
